Ode to a Poet

There’s someone that I always follow
I think they bear a lot of pain
But never do I see them wallow
Each day, they’re hard at work again
Pursuing their eternal passion
Knowingly, they took a vow
To disregard the worldly fashion
To no one would they have to bow
Singular, I think their vision
Selfless do I think their heart
Noble do I think their mission
Affecting do I think their Art
I fancy that their poet’s soul
Society rejects
And that must surely take a toll
That nobody respects
And now, I think I’ve lost my rhyming
And better take to bed
I’ve never been so good at timing
The things that must be said.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Wonderful!
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How wonderful an ode! I hope you slept well!
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Sweet dreams, bro
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This was for you.
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🙂 restful dreams Lee.
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And to you.
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